Feeling the touch and letting go,
Only to awaken cold on the snow.
Seeing the colours flash by,
Only to open her eyes and wonder why.
Looking up she saw pictures,
And with love and hate arose many mixtures—
Love because she could feel it;
And with saudade, hatred lit.
There was something wrong in her, she knew;
But what it was, she had no clue.
She’d feel it consume her, all those fears;
And when she’d realise it, her face is wet with tears.
She tried fighting,
But it was nothing too enlightening.
She tried letting it go,
But the hollowness only seemed to grow.
They were buried memories, she now knew;
But how’d you feel with something lost in you?
Would you dig and search deep,
Or let it fade away and weep?
And now could you imagine her world in shades of black?
Could you feel the fire of her passion dying out?
Hear the warmth her screams lack?
See the despair in her heart flourish and sprout?
Hey hey hey!
Long time no post, I know. But sadly, I’ve been drowning in this sea of inspiration-less doom and couldn’t get anything to type. Now, however, I think I’ve resurfaced.
So? What do you think? Any good? Let me know in the comments below!
Lots of love,
Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)